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There was some kind of magic in the waters that day
There was some kind of magic in the waters that day,
The kind that made me wanna stay,
But I knew it had to perish some day,
Searching for my way, I pray
Floundering to find myself, where did I leave her?
Am I diving or drowning?
Feel gulped by the vast ocean alone,
Was she for the ocean limitless,
Or perhaps the free sky was her home?
The ocean did not let me go,
The water did not let me flow,
The moonlight never let me glow,
But what was this durance called?
It was disguised in the name of love
The ocean made me fall for it
And made me never wanna go
But the tiny light inside me called, soul
Reminded me I was sore
I can be so much without the ocean
I can touch the stars, fly with the birds, ride a cloud
Away from the tides loud
The magic trapped me
The power of my soul was the only key free
It showed me light, set me free
onto the skies I flee
Leaving the ocean behind, Now, I touch the stars bright
Leaving the fright,
I left the dark night,
Said the ocean water,
“There she goes after knowing her worth, leaving back her inner – war
Shining now as the brightest star.”
I tell this to you my dear,
My soul kept telling me but i couldn’t hear,
Don’t do what your mama did,
Never get trapped in the world deceit
Know your worth, because just like yourself you are made for things wonderful!
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